Part 34 (1/2)
”Just the same, though, my engineers tell me there's shallower water here than any place on this ol' desert. b.u.t.te Springs proves that, too. And we got the water right on the mountain lake; so they can't get that. Riparian rights--all straight, by golly! No worry there. I don't think settlers'll have any luck striking water without big expense anywhere around us. Just the same, it'll take time to prove that.
”The settler, you savvy, has six months after he files before he's got to get on his land. Even then he ain't required to develop water; and chances are he won't. He'll put in dry crops to cover the improvements demanded by the government, whether they succeed or not--which they won't. But all this time, because n.o.body'll be makin' a great effort to locate water, folks will be believin' that government land is as good as ours. See the point? Paloma Rancho land will stop sellin'
p.r.o.nto, and our pleasant little dream will turn into a scary nightmare.”
”But if the surrounding land is inferior to the rancho,” said Jo, ”it's only a matter of time until people will find it out. Then you'll regain your old status, won't you?”
”In time. Yeah--that's it. But time's money, little girl; and once every three months I gotta slap down six thousand filthy lucreinos, plus a neat little bunch o' interest, or--bingo! All is lost!
”Folks that peddled me this property are gettin' on their feet again, and their young lives are one long regret over havin' had ta part with Paloma Rancho. 'Salways th' way. One dog leaves a bone, and another dog comes along and goes to work and picks her up. Then the other dog he goes to work and thinks that was a pretty darn good bone after all.
Then fur begins to fly, and old ladies yell: 'How cruel! Stop it, you big heartless men!'
”So the other dogs won't miss a chance to shoot the p.r.o.ngs into me the moment I fail on a single payment and the interest due. They don't have to; I signed to forfeit everything any interest day that I failed to pungle up. Three days o' grace--then--boom! 'Wasn't it pretty, papa! Shoot off another one just like it!'”
Jerkline Jo sipped her near-coffee thoughtfully, and gazed unseeingly at the menu card, a marvel of weird orthography, punctuated with fly specks and splatters of egg yolk. Jo had over ten thousand dollars invested in Paloma Rancho.
”We're not doing the freighting business that we did,” she confessed, aware that Playmate Tweet was studying her face expectantly and patiently straightening a nose whose tip always left true center the moment he released it. ”Lots of the smaller contractors have finished here, and are moving on to new jobs up the line, out of our reach.
Ragtown, too, seems to be slowing up, don't you think?”
Tweet pursed his lips. ”I hate to admit it,” he said, ”but I guess you're right. Still, we can expect things to be slower in winter.
Then these settlers oughta help Ragtown some when spring comes along.
Chances are, though, most of 'em are broke. 'Salways like that. I've been homesteadin' communities before now. No good, as a rule.
”But I ain't worryin' about Ragtown. She'll perk up. We're gonta get the yards and the roundhouse--that's a cinch. I know it now. Demarest slipped it to me. I've spread the glad tidin's, o' course, but it didn't seem to help. Folks have believed it all along, and have gone ahead on that belief--so the rush because of that feature was over before I sprung it. But Ragtown'll pick up in time. The floaters will go, and substantial citizens will take their places. It's the land contracts that we need in order to meet our payments and have a future to bank on, and they're what'll slow up and hurt us till folks get sane and see we got the only dope.”
”You'll have to meet the next payment--when?” Hiram put in here.
”April first--two months off. Six thousan' dollars and interest on deferred payments.”
”Can you meet it?”
”I couldn't if it was due now,” was Tweet's reply.
”Well, I'll see that you meet that payment,” Jo said. ”That will give you three months more leeway--five months, counting from now--and by that time things should begin to look up once more.”
Tweet heaved a great sigh of relief. ”That's a big load off my chest,”
he claimed, as they left the stools.
Two hours later Hiram Hooker, apparently wandering aimlessly about the dimly lighted street, saw Al Drummond lift a hinged portion of the shooting-gallery counter and pa.s.s within. A man was in charge, and there was n.o.body shooting. Drummond nodded briefly to him, traversed the length of the target range, and disappeared through a door in the rear.
Three minutes after this Hiram slunk stealthily along the alley and up to Lucy's little cabin. Softly his fingers plucked at a knot in a knothole, which he had loosened that evening while Lucy was on watch in the gallery. Holding the circular bit of wood in his hand, he placed an ear to the knothole, which was hidden from those inside by a huge piece of furniture.
CHAPTER x.x.x
HIRAM TAKES THE TRAIL
Hiram Hooker stood motionless in the alley back of Lucy Dalles' cabin and listened intently through the knothole.